Her Hot Highland Doc
He might have the good looks of a modern day Viking, but Dr Brodie McClellan has brooding down to an art. He’s only recently returned to the Isle of Dunregan and already the demons of his past are pushing him to the edge.Running from her own troubled past, this remote posting is heaven-sent for locum Dr Kali O’Shea. And Brodie makes her long to find her true home in Scotland…in her new boss’s arms!
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A match made in Scotland
He might have the good looks of a modern-day Viking, but Dr. Brodie McClellan has brooding down to an art. He’s only recently returned to the Isle of Dunregan and already the demons of his past are pushing him to the edge.
Running from her own troubled past, this remote posting is heaven-sent for locum Dr. Kali O’Shea. And Brodie makes her long to find her true home in Scotland...in her new boss’s arms!
So good to see you here, about to embark on Kali and Brodie’s journey to a Highland HEA. I enjoy writing all my books, but this one really took hold of my imagination in the form of two different radio stories I heard—I’m a bit of a radio and podcast junkie, and soak up stories whenever I’m in the car.
One was a story about an amazing young woman who had been tricked into a ‘summer break’ in her parents’ homeland only to discover it was for an arranged marriage. She was rescued by a group who work with the British Embassy, but on the condition she never see her family again. As you can imagine, that set my wheels turning!
Then I heard another story about some amazing doctors who, during the recent Ebola crisis in Africa, volunteered to go and work with patients under pretty harrowing conditions—only to discover, upon their return, that reintegrating into the patient-doctor world of the UK was a lot trickier than they’d anticipated. Cue more reeling brain cogs!
Those are a lot of extenuating circumstances to deal with! What remains ever-dazzling to me about falling in love, and the power of being in love, is what a person can overcome when they’ve found that special someone. This is one of those stories.
I hope you enjoy Kali and Brodie’s story, and please do feel free to get in touch no matter what you thought! There’s absolutely no need to be shy. I can be reached on Twitter @AnnieONeilBooks or through my website email [email protected].
Enjoy!
Annie O’ x
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Contents
NO AMOUNT OF torrential rain unforgivingly lashing his face would equal the storm brewing inside of Brodie McClellan. Not today. Not tomorrow. A month of Sundays wouldn’t come close.
And yet he had to laugh...even though everything he was feeling was about as far off the spectrum of “funny ha-ha” as laughter could get. He’d seen death on a near daily basis for the months he’d been away, but this one...? This one had him soul-searching in the one place he’d longed to leave behind. Blindsided didn’t even come close to what he was feeling.
“Hey, Dad.”
He crouched low to the ground, unable to resist leveling out a small hillock of soft soil soaked through with the winter rains. The earth appeared months away from growing even a smattering of grass to cover his father’s grave. It was no surprise that his brother hadn’t come good on his promise to lay down some turf. It was difficult enough to drag him down from the mountains, let alone—
Enough. Callum had a good heart, and he had to be hurting, too.
Brodie dragged his fingers through the bare earth again. Time would change it. Eventually. It would become like his mother’s—the grave just to the left. The one he still couldn’t bear to look at. He moved his fingers behind him, feeling long-established grass. A shocking contrast to the bare earth in front of him.
Yes, time would change it. Just as it had all the graves, each one protected with a thick quilt of green. Time he didn’t have nor wanted to give to Dunregan. Not after all it had taken from him.
He scanned the parameters of the graveyard with a growing sense of familiarity. Brodie had spent more time here in the past fortnight than he had in a lifetime of growing up on the island. Asking, too late, for answers to all the questions he should have asked before he’d left Dunregan in his wake.
Gray. It was all he could see. Gray headstones. Gray skies. Gray stones making up the gray walls. A color washout.
